"History," he says, as he looks up and places his pencil down. He places his glasses down too, as if that had any bearing on his sight. He hasn't realized yet that they don't do anything. "Of a place called Earth. Are you in one of my classes?" he asks, hands stained with graphite as he digs through some papers.

"I might take up an art position too, if I've got the time. And once I get into the swing of things. I'm Steve." He pauses, and thinks better of it. "Professor Rogers."